When they had told him Steve needed a liver transplant, Danny didn't hesitate and donated a part of his liver to save Steve's life. They also warned him that there would be some discomfort after the operation but they didn't warn him the discomfort would feel like a white hot knife was being twisted in his guts. Epilogue to 'O Ke Ali'i Wale No Ka' U MakeMake' (McDanno)
Danny suddenly disappeared from Five-O leaving us wondering why. Maybe the reason was too painful to talk about and a year after that fateful day, Steve finds himself still struggling with the unending pain...
"Do you trust me, Tony?" "I trust you with my life, Boss." "I didn't ask you if you trusted me with your life, DiNozzo, I asked do… you … trust… me?" The younger man's silence spoke louder than any words ever could.
Standing in the doorway of the small Intensive Care room, Dixie silently watched as Johnny pleaded with Roy to open his eyes. Dixie silently shook her head, knowing the futility of trying to send the young paramedic home to rest but she knew she had to try.
Steve McGarrett and the rest of the Governor's newly formed Task Force, Hawaii Five 0. race to discover why one of their own was dumped in a bin and left to die. Was this some kind of revenge from someone in Danny's past or was it something more...?
Behind the mask of the inept, bumbling Stalag 13 camp guard sergeant beats the heart of a true hero. A "what if' story - Not quite canon but I hope you will enjoy the ride anyway.
It was the phone call that no one, not Kono, not Chin, and definitely not Steve, wanted to make...
It had been six long months after voodoo, mind control, and Danny's dangerous undercover assignments had collided. Six long months since Fontaine had disappeared. But just as Steve felt it was safe to let his guard down, the island Fontaine once called his Island of Salvation is about to become Five-O's own island of fear. Sequel to 'Island Of Salvation'.
He knew he had told Danny when he was coming back but after their argument, he was not surprised that Danny had opted not to be the one to greet him. But for Danny not to send one of the other guys to meet him was unusual. McGarrett glanced at the headlines of the paper in the news stand next to him. His heart skipped a beat. 'FIVE-O DETECTIVE CRITICAL AFTER PALACE SHOOTING.'
Damn it, he is my partner, my best friend … I can't lose him now. Not now ... Not ever! (One shot)
Steve tried hard to forget those terrifying images that had haunted his sleep – Danny vulnerable and alone, tossed away like a piece of unwanted garbage, his body broken, bloody and torn.
The odds against Steve and Mike both dying accidental deaths on the same day, around the same time, over one hundred and fifty miles apart, are just too great for it to be just coincidental. ***New chapters- Chapter 17 & 18 posted ***
"Please Doc, tell me you are joking?" Bill begged.
"Is this where all the brave firemen live?" A fluffy drabble which will hopefully make you smile just a little.
Pulling his coat closer in a vain attempt to protect himself a little from the icy sting of the winter storm, Mike Stone stepped around the uniformed officer who was guarding the crime scene in the narrow alleyway and he found himself staring at the red streaks that stained the wall and the burgundy pool of blood adjacent to it. Mike frowned, "What were you doing here, Steve?"
Professional jealousy leaves Steve's life hanging in the balance.
"Do you think it's really coffee?" John whispered as he stared at the thick black sludge that he had just poured into his cup. Looking back at Roy, he murmured, "Or the phantom's idea of a joke?"
There was no other way out. It was a choice of trying or dying, trapped in a basement with just the one way out. He knew he had to try. He was not going to give up without a fight.
"Well Gage?" Chet asked anxiously. "I'm afraid he's dead, Chet, there's nothing more I can do." Johnny sighed softly. "But there has to be something else you can try!" Chet implored as he looked down at the small, covered body.
Pain! It was everywhere! It was alive! And it was clawing and chewing at his insides, like a thousand meat eating ants, trying to eat him alive. He was dying and death was agonizingly painful and slow. He whimpered as he drew in a shallow breath as his ribs screamed in protest and closed his eyes, "I'm sorry Mike… I tried…" Co - written with the very talented The Real Joan Wilder